Mr. Blood: Well, now that those dumbass reindeer-fucking Canadians are outta here, back to business. Uncle Touchy. Your retards have our belts, and for their sake I hope that doctorate is more legit than their supposed "toughness". We are going to introduce those boys to more pain than their mother felt when she learned she had failed as a woman not once, but twice. We are going to visit such pain on both or your worthless hides that Jesus Christ himself will come back just to try in vain to save you.
Mr. Black: And then, we are going to take the gloves off.
Mr. Blood: Fool me once, shame on you, Fool me twice, I break you in fucking half.

Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste they same.